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May 2021
I can feel it just beneath my skin
Bubbling and pulsating and choking
me from the inside
Just under the surface, under the ice
is a hopeless cold
trying to consume the last of my body
but this time I want to write something optimistic
so I square up and fight it
and I might well lose
Oh well, whatever happens is just prose
unedited in one go improv mess
Written by
Cumulonimbus
118
   Safana
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